Arthur wasn't sure how long he ended up spending on that roof. He'd been sat there with his eyes closed, trying to block out the world for a short while whilst he tried to think. I can't believe he'd rush into it like this without consulting me! Arthur didn't want children, and it wasn't just for his own reasons. He and Alfred were in a lot of danger already; wouldn't bringing a child into the mix put them at risk, too? Of course, that wasn't the only reason, but Arthur was trying to focus on the positive sides as well.
One of them had to think about this properly. He could see where Alfred was coming from, of course, and perhaps the child idea wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the danger factor. It was one thing when two adults decided to put themselves at risk, but when they dragged a child into it, too? Then again, I suppose his previous situation was no better, perhaps even worse.
With a sigh, Arthur straightened up into a standing position, rubbing his temples slightly with a long huff of breath. He wasn't sure what his decision was, but he felt like he ought to return. Perhaps seeing how the two were faring would help him settle his choice. He appeared back to the apartment, only to find it empty. Arthur frowned, calling out and beginning to wander around - when he saw it.
Upon entering the bedroom, his eyes landed upon the two of them, cuddling up together and asleep on the bed. And, as good as Arthur may be at being apathetic, he couldn't help the sudden burst of feelings as a slow yet brilliant smile spread across his features, and he knew what his choice would be. It seemed cruel to wake them, however, so, after a few moments of leaning against the door frame and just watching them, he turned away and headed towards the kitchen, leaving them still sleeping. Perhaps he'd surprise them with breakfast when they woke up.
After about another hour or so Alfred woke up yawning quietly. He laid there for a moment thinking about a few things and Arthur a smile etched a crossed his lips. Soon he gently moved Allen off his chest onto the bed where he tucked him in. He knew the little brat would cause trouble when he woke up so he decided to lock the door when he left the room. He could fix any damage the kid managed to do to the room.
He wandered into the kitchen then noticed Arthur. The blonde engrossed in a book reading a chapter on 'Teaching your child how to be accepting' so he really didn't noticed that the other was up let alone staring at him. They had such a limited amount of time to learn how to be parents and he wanted to learn as much as he could in that time.
When Alfred wrapped his arms around his waist he jumped slamming the book shut before he realized who it was. "Alfred!" He exclaimed, placing the book on the counter and quickly exchanging his surprised expression for a grumpy one. "Don't sneak up on me like that." He lectured. The Demon wasn't really remorseful and the fact that he was scared was amusing to him. "Oh yeah sorry about that." Except he really wasn't sorry at all. "No you're not." He grumbled, folding his arms across his chest stubbornly.
A grinned tugged on the Demon's lips as he went to glance over at the book. "So whatcha reading there?" he asked his chin gently rested on his shoulder changing the subject. "Nothing," he replied quickly making the book vanish into thin air. After a moment Alfred tugged the Angel along, urging him to come back to the bedroom since he didn't want to leave the little guy along for long.
Alfred nodded his head slightly. "I was wondering….," He started, "if you could do me a solid? Like uhh…make a blanket? One of those fluffy ones?" he asked kissing his ear in and attempt to bribe him into doing it. "What?" he asked furrowing his eyebrows and trying to pretend that he wasn't just a bit flattered that Alfred had chosen his knitting skills over some shop-bought thing. "Well…I suppose." He muttered.
"Oh Awesome!" He wanted Arthur to make it because homemade blankets where special and he'd always wanted one so he decided that his new kid should have one as well. Arthur resisting the slight urge to smile as he stopped outside of the bedroom door. "How is he?"
"He's asleep still…" He paused for a moment, "I think." He added. "Then we ought to leave him to it," he replied in a hushed voice, as if he didn't want to risk waking the boy. "Uhh what if he wakes up and starts messing with shit?" He asked, letting go of his waist once they were at the door.
"Well, I assume we'd hear it," Arthur replied bluntly. He didn't want to wake the boy up, especially if this was the last bit of peace they'd get before he went to sleep again. The other blonde frowned a bit at him then changed the subject. "So I was thinking that we could keep him here for a few days a week and he could also live at my mansion in hell on days he's not here. I could hire people to take care of him and stuff." Arthur sighed, shaking his head. "No, Alfred, if we're going to take care of a child then we're going to do it properly. We can't just put him away when we decide that we don't want to look after him."
He supposed every once in awhile - that would be healthy for all of them - but not as often as every week. "No - I will stay here when you can't." Arthur might not be the best parent, hell, he might not have even wanted a child, but if he was going to be a parent then he was going to be a proper one. "Are you sure that's alright? It'd be a lot less risky doing it that way..." He stated, leaning against the door.